Tag: poetry
group name: illtakeit
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March 31, 2008 01:24 PM EDT --
For Padre Flavio Zavala, my first mentor, who taught me a little Spanish, a lot of Latin, how to play chess, and what I needed to know about finding God in the small things.
Plaza . . . more
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April 24, 2007 12:12 AM EDT --
As mentioned in this article I entered both of our writing contests at school .... I won the Poetry prize, which shocked the heck out of me... honestly thought my short story was the one that would/should . . . more
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September 16, 2007 08:08 AM EDT --
I was awake before the sun this morning. There are some clouds filtering the early rays of sun and the sky had bands of peach and blue. Beautiful.
Peach colored clouds drift . . . more
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April 02, 2008 10:59 AM EDT --
For Boris G., virtual buddy and fellow poet, who keeps me on my toes with his incandescent prose.
---Hypocrite lecteur--mon semblable, --mon frère!*
Au Lecteur, LES . . . more
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February 02, 2008 08:35 AM EST --
As
a blanket,
upon a loom,
intricately woven,
by hands full of skill.
Having purpose,
and design,
your countenance
portrays beauty,
of blushing colors. . . . more
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April 24, 2008 12:28 PM EDT --
Your criticisms (and praise) will be highly appreciated. I'd like to do the final editing on this piece .
Nicholas and I parked our Harleys outside that great majestic Manhattan hotel, . . . more
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July 23, 2007 02:59 PM EDT --
Was it merely the moon
Or was it the heady wine?
Did they both dissolve
All of our futile restraint?
You swept back your hair
With a defianf brush
As your bosom heaved
And your wanton sleeve slipped
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August 29, 2007 03:42 PM EDT --
Let's pause for a moment and think of the devastation caused by rampant roaring fires of large parts of Greece. I think that a prayer is needed. Amen. Thank you all.
Introduction
The nine Muses of . . . more
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December 20, 2007 04:51 PM EST --
For Jan Hersh, the Hatshepsut of Gather versifiers, who neither has donned nor ever possessed the imaginary Egyptian talisman I ´ve invented strictly for the purposes of this poem. The . . . more
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January 15, 2008 06:49 AM EST --
for Mark Christian Klopp, eternal Manhattanite of the Upper West Side, who´s taught me more about poetry through his troubador's words murmured into my phone´s receiver than . . . more
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August 13, 2007 11:34 AM EDT --
We have had quite a run of hot weather. It is the kind that let's you know when stepping out in the morning that you will be seeking the cool of air conditioning as much as possible.
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September 20, 2007 05:29 PM EDT --
I wonder if it will be a harsh winter. They say you can tell by how early and how much squirrels hide a winter supply of food.
Squirrels In Fall
Squirrels digging holes
All . . . more
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October 28, 2007 01:32 AM EDT --
My eyes are heavy
behind half-closed lids
I peek unto the screen
and see words
appearing.
I wish it was my
inspiration
that had brought
these words to life
but I know it's . . . more
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October 28, 2007 04:13 PM EDT --
Perched on a dining
room chair, by the window,
she sits in wait.
The long, sleek tail
winding and twisting,
off the end
of her seat.
Her head rocks
to and fro watching . . . more
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October 29, 2007 02:22 PM EDT --
The car makes its' way
up the steep colossal hill.
Screams errupt going down.
more
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November 03, 2007 10:45 PM EDT --
Frozen breath escapes
through my indigo
lips. I pull
my pullover closer
to my neck. Leaves
march beside me
pushed and pulled
by the wind
that chills me.
My hands feel icy
as I hold my collar . . . more
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May 26, 2007 09:47 AM EDT --
I have been keeping watch over the baby robins on my patio. There are three is a nest and they are growing rapidly. Why not? All they do is eat.
Three baby robins
Sitting in their . . . more
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August 07, 2007 08:20 AM EDT --
WHISPERS . . . more
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August 18, 2007 11:14 AM EDT --
Usually I welcome rain, but not when the wind is also blowing as it is a sure sign that twigs and branches will litter the yard and flowers petals will no longer cling to the flower, but will litter . . . more
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May 08, 2007 03:25 PM EDT --
The train to Halma was slow. As slow as it had always been for the past seventy years.
Narrow gauge mountain tracks, with hundreds of hairpin bends, spectacularly high bridges and long dark tunnels, . . . more
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